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The BDBIB MAN 



ILLUSTRATED BV 

MARGUERITE B NEALE 


THE JOHN C. WINSTON CO- 


PHILADELPHIA. 




LIBRARY of C0N8RESS 
Two Cqotes Received 

dec 31 1906 

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COPYRIGHT 1906 BY 
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THE BOGIE MAN 






There was once a little fellow 


Named Alonzo Benton Brown, 
Who resided with his mother 
In a little well-known town. 


He had rather pleasing manners 
And a winning sort of way, 
But was sometimes very naughty 
And in mischief every day. 


He was fond of digging ditches 
In the garden neat and trim, 
Making holes and wells and caverns, 
Though his mother scolded him. 


And she often said : “Alonzo, 
You’re as bad as bad can be 
And the Bogie Man will get you 
If you do not mind, you see.” 





But he kept on madly digging, 
With his back in bow shape bent, 
And one day, all of a sudden, 
Through a hole his old spade went. 


Then the earth began to open 
And Alonzo Benton Brown 
Found that he was quickly sinking 
Out of view, and dropping down. 



Down he went, it seemed for ages, 

But at last he struck firm ground, 

In a heap, all stunned and dizzy, 
Though his senses soon came round. 


Then he saw two big eyes staring 
Boldly through the darkness dim, 
And a massive shaggy creature 
Raised itself and came to him. 





Maybe now this naughty fellow 
Wasn’t frightened most to death, 
As his knees began to fail him 
And he had to gasp for breath. 


And his teeth commenced to chatter 
’Till their rattle filled the air, 

As he gazed upon the monster 
With his shock of matted hair. 
















He recalled the many scoldings 
And the whippings he had had, 
And remembered how he’d suffered 
Many times when he’d been bad. 


But the whippings and the scoldings 
- Were as so much fun compared 
With the fear that now possessed him; 
He was never half so scared. 





When his voice returned he faltered: 

“ Pleeas, oh please sir, who are you ? 
“ Why, the ‘ Bogie Man ’ they call me,” 
Came reply, “ I thought you knew ” 


Well, his plight was most pathetic, 
For Alonzo Benton Brown| 
Knew at home he was referred to] 
As the “ baddest boy in town.” 




Oh ! how clear his mother’s warning, 

That so oft had been unheard, 

Sounded now and pierced his conscience, 
He remembered every word. 


And his lips began to quiver; — 
Down his cheeks the hot tears ran 
As he stood within the presence 
Of the awful Bogie Man. 







But a voice of gentle kindness 
Said : “ Don’t be afraid of me, 
Really, I would never harm you 
Though I am a sight to see. 


I am not the kind of fellow 

You have heard bad things about 
As you may yourself discover 
If you still possess a doubt, 






For today I give a party 

And as yet we have not dined, 
And I’d like to have you join us 
If you feel that way inclined.” 


And Alonzo looking at him 

With a glance of queer surprise. 
Saw that only kindness glistened 
In the great depths of his eyes. 







So he said: “I guess I’ll join you,” 
And then let himself be led 
Through a long and narrow pathway 
Where bright rocks shone overhead. 


Though the way was dimly lighted, 
They soon came from out the gloom 
Into quite a brilliant radiance 
Shed about a pretty room. 



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Gems were set in wall and ceiling 
And soft moss o’erlaid the floor 
While an arch of marble whiteness 
Formed an entrance at the door. 


And there in the very centre 
Was a gorgeous table spread 
Loaded down with nuts and apples, 
Lucious pies and gingerbread. 







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While around it several children 
Danced and laughed in joyous glee. 
Said the Bogie Man quite proudly: 
“They’re my friends and fond of me.” 


Then advancing to the centre, 

With a very sprightly tread, 

He went shaking hands among them. 
Patting each upon the head. 




Said he hoped they all would join him 
In the feast he had prepared, 

While Alonzo stood with wonder 
In his eyes and simply stared. 


After proper introduction 
He felt very much at home 
And instead of being frightened 
Now was glad that he had come. 





Soon another chair was added 
And lo ! he was given seat 
With the Bogie Man beside him, 
And they all began to eat. 


Then some funny little fellows, 
Having each a shaggy head, 
Came to pass the food among them 
And to see that all were fed. 



Oh ! the dinner was delicious 

And there never reigned such mirth 
As the girls and boys enjoyed 
In this cavern of the earth. 


And they ate as though quite famished — 
As they never ate before. 

And they ate until — well really — 

They could not eat any more. 




When at last the food had vanished 
And the plates were cleared away, 
They went wandering through the cavern 
Where the Bogie Man held sway. 


It had many points of interest ; 

Odd old rooms and passageways 
Winding here and there and yonder 
’Till they formed a perfect maze. 



All the shapes and styles and sizes 
Of the furnishings were queer 
For their host had made collection 
Through the country far and near. 


Now when they were through inspecting, 
— As it still was early day — 

They began to cast about them 
For a game they all might play. 






One suggested “ Ring a Rosy,” 

“ Blind Man’s Buff,” another cried, 
“ London Bridge,” chimed in another. 
But they couldn’t quite decide, 


Then the Bogie Man stepped forward 
And he said : “ If I might speak, 
I’d suggest you youngsters join me 
In a game of ‘Hide and Seek.’ 



Here’s the place at your disposal, 
And along the halls outside 
There are many little crannies, 

Just the thing in which to hide.” 


Now this idea seemed to please them, 
So they formed into a row 
While a little girl stood counting : 

“ Eeny meeny miny mo.” 







And the Bogie Man was chosen. 

My ! but weren’t the children pleased 
When the great big shaggy fellow 
Acted as if he were teased. 


Then they romped about and scampered, 
Having just the greatest fun 
’Till the hours grew and lengthened 
And the day was nearly done. 



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Your dear parents, I am fearful, 

Will mistrust you’ve come to harm 
And may go about the city 
Searching for you in alarm. 


Yet I hope my home you’ll visit 
Very often though, you know, 
I’m a rather busy fellow 
And forever on the go. 



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But as light was artificial 

In this underground subway, 

It was not an easy matter 

To distinguish night from day ; 


Though the Bogie Man knew always, 
And at length he said “ Now come, 
You must stop your frolic, children, 

It is time you started home. 



Then the youngsters closely gathered 
Round their jolly host, to say 
They had had a splendid outing 
And were loath to go away. 


And when each had done his duty 
In the way of gratitude, 

They were led out through the subway 
To a stairway rough and crude. 



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But on Tuesdays you can find me 
Round about this neighborhood, 
And if you will seek the cavern 
Near to where the old mill stood, 


On most any Tuesday morning, 
You may there discover me 
And we’ll come down here together 
For another glorious spree.” 





Then they scampered quickly homeward 
And as through the streets they ran 
They were not the least bit frightened 
Of the “ awful Bogie Man.” 


Now when young Alonzo Benton 
Reached his home all out of breath 
He was told that his poor mother 
Had been worried most to death. 



It was built of vines and branches 


And they climbed it one by one, 
Coming out nearby the village 
Just at setting of the sun. 


At the entrance of the cavern 

They turned back to say good-bye 
To the dear old shaggy fellow 
Who departed with a sigh. 


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Off to bed without his supper 
He was hurried then and there 
While with much surprise his mother 
Wondered why he didn’t care. 


Very soon the Sand Man found him 
In his little trundle bed 
With the strangest sort of (fancies 
Madly flitting through his head. 




And she scolded him severely 
For returning home so late. 

Said: “the Bogie Man will get you, 
You young rascal, sure as fate.” 


But he smiled a smile all knowing 
And had not a word to say 
When she asked him many questions 
As to where he’d been all day. 





At the early break of morning, 

When he heard the breakfast bell, 
He was wide awake and dressing, 
Still determined not to tell. 


But on seeking out his mother, 

When her troubled face was seen, 
All at once his heart relented 

And he told her where he’d been. 




She was so completely staggered 
At the wond’rous tale he told, 
She forgot, when he had finished, 
That she really meant to scold. 


It had been her firm conviction 
That the Bogie Man was bad, 

As that was the reputation 

Through the country that he had. 





From that day Alonzo Benton 
Was the wonder of the town, 

And the children who’d been with him 
Also shared in his renown. 


Girls and boys came by the dozen, 
Some of them from miles away, 
Just to hear about the frolic 

That their playmates had that day. 






They would sit around a circle 
As the twilight shadows fell 
While with bated breath they listened 
To the tales their friends would tell. 


And forever, ever after 

They looked forward with delight 
To a visit with the monster 

From whom once they ran in fright. 



Now this tale is not intended 
To encourage naughty boys 
Who are fond of disobeying 
And are always making noise, 


But it merely goes to show you, 
In the simplest way it can, 
What a jolly sort of fellow, 

Is the “ awful Bogie Man.” 





DEC SI 1906 








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